He Gets It

On Sunday, I intended to put my nephew’s name on the prayer board at church. We were running late, and M and I were having a little conflict that further delayed us. The service had already started when the kids were settled in their classes and I quietly slipped into the back row near the door, picking up a prayer card on my way.

I took some deep breaths, found my bearings within the service, and wrote my nephew’s name on the card at the pause between lessons. I figured I’ll slip out for a moment later in the service and put it up the board.

But while I was sitting there, listening to the sermon, I saw C out of the corner of my eye. I turned my head and saw him in the back of the church, in his choir robes, putting a card on the prayer board.